I just have to lay here and take it.

I need to go through this.

With silence and no empathy. No emotion at all.

And then maybe he'll see. Maybe they'll all notice.

That there's something wrong with me.

I'll be just a body. Just extra matter taking up space.

All this burning pain taught me who I am; absolutely nothing.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Just being what I was meant to be.

I wish I could have seen this before.

Before all the hurt, the cuts, the blood.

Before I even knew what love was, why hadn't I known this before?

That all along I'm nothing.

I'm just here to fill the void.

Why didn't You tell me? And saved me. Saved him and I.

From the piercing hurt in my chest. I could have not cared.

Not been in too deep.

Not have been reaching for something unreachable.

It's my fault.

For believing a fallacy.

Now I'm gone. Life put me in the ground.

Now I'm okay with people stomping all over me.

I'm fine with being the second choice.

Some things aren't just meant to be.

But it could take a moment, just a moment with you; to breathe life back into me.

For everything to become my dream.

To be how it was planned to be.

It will take a moment. Just a moment.

So people will see who I really am.

To give it all for nothing.

For my soul to deteriorate.

And for my heart to be evaporated.

I could have been saved. But no one on earth can save something heartless.